Who We Are (A Speck of Dust)

11: Day 17

1:09am

Saint Sherlock:
Désolé. I'm late.

Jane Doe:
Whoa.
This is the latest that you've texted.
What's up?

Saint Sherlock:
Well, I'm still in a party. Those things
take hella lot of your time
Why are you still awake?

Jane Doe:
Trust me, I know.
In fact, I'm also in one rn.
Socializing is exhausting for an introvert like me.

Saint Sherlock:
You're an introv? I couldn't have
guessed with the way you talk
Which party? And where?

Jane Doe:
I am. I'm just great at faking it.
A talent I've mastered since I realized I couldn't
get out of this kind of social scene.
Why? You think we're on the same one?
Don't you know who I am?

Saint Sherlock:
Ah yeah. That's one of the basics
you've gotta know by heart when
growing up in a rich family.
Sucks to be us.
I guess so, assuming that we're on the same place.
And no. I don't know who you are nor
what you look like.
Our friends just gave me your number
and nothing else.

Jane Doe:
Oh! I thought you at least know my nickname.
Anyway, where are you at rn?
Who are the friends that you're talking about?

Saint Sherlock:
Reverting the question, I see.
I'm currently in London
I don't live here though
NYC is the place for me
Or so my father said.
Mionette and Moh. The Oliveira twins.
You do know them, right?

Jane Doe:
No shit.
I'm also in fucking London rn.
At the Oliveira's villa.
Oh fuck.
Yeah I know them.
They're like two of my closest friends.

Saint Sherlock:
Wow.
I'm in here too.
Do you wanna see each other?
Jane?
Hey, Doe.
Replying is a thing, you know.
Jane?
Well. I'm guessing you're a
high profile person since you know them.
That's okay.

Jane Doe:
OMG SORRY
I DIDN'T NOTICE YOUR TEXTS!
That's d'accord. Where are you rn?
Holmes?
Saint Sherlock? Hey?